“I hate it!" he said. "I don't want to be human anymore.""Neither do I," she said. "It's not a good place to be.”
“I don't want to be a simile anymore,' I said. "I want to be a metaphor.”
“I don't really do friends,' I told him.'Good,' he said. 'I don't want you to "do" me. We've established the flaws in that plan already...”
“She said, 'Believe it or not, I used to be idealistic.' I asked her what 'idealistic' meant. 'It means you live by what you think is right.' 'You don't do that anymore?' 'There are questions I don't ask anymore.”
“I flicked a comb through my wet hair, for all the good it would do, and said, "How do I look?""Mostly human," she said."That's what I was going for.”
“You don't mean it," he said mournfully. Not at all, she thought. "Yes, I do," she said.”